I woke up this morning, not expecting today to be anything special. Yair and I had planned a hike to Spencer’s Butte, a beautiful 6-mile trail that overlooks all of Eugene and the surrounding mountains. We snoozed our alarm a couple of times before waking up around 9:15 AM to head over.
The hike was gorgeous. For all of Oregon’s rain, the Pacific Northwest is lush and green. Most of the hike was in dense forest and we took a very steep shortcut / alternate route that worked up a sweat and landed us right on the peak. Upon arrival, I shared my water with a friendly dog (thank you, Nina, for showing me how to stream the water out of my Camelbak straw!) and we found ourselves above the clouds with a seriously awesome panoramic view. It was a bit chilly on the peak, but I have been blessed with an extremely warm husband whose resting body temperature often seems to be twice my own.
Yair and I had some serious conversations about religion and family during our descent, found fuzzy and crawly critters on the way down and then started watching a jarring yet highly engaging film before he took off for some rock climbing. I crawled into bed for what turned out to be a godly 2.5 hour nap, and was wearing the most plush and comfortable robe that I have ever owned and am immensely grateful to have (thank you Alex from Nomadia!). I then woke up to some juggling practice and took my bike for a sunset ride over to my favorite place in the world – a bridge overlooking the McKenzie River.
All this is without mentioning the two gourmet birthday cupcakes that I polished off, a conversation with a dear friend and an excursion with the Eugene bike brigade planned for later this evening. Not every day on the road is perfect or glamorous, but gee – what a wonderful day.
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